Monthly Archives: August 2015

Originally posted on Tales of the Night Errant: All my days I am pursued by little demons. They persecute my every thought and action. And it is because of them all that I hesitate when I should act instead. You know them…

Originally posted on Felicity Johns : I held a child once, in my womb, a very long time ago and for a time shorter than memory. But when you look at me with accusation in your eyes, and contempt staining your…

Originally posted on Siren Whispers: This kiss I dream of it Endlessly Among other things. Sometimes I can actually feel it. Feel your soft, fuller, lower lip That I’m eager to bite To lick. Feel how your lips would fit…

Originally posted on A Faded Romantic's Notebook: This picture is the cause Many of you will know that it is a painting by a well-known Scottish artist named Jack Vettriano. I have used it as my avi since I joined in…

We live where hurricanes are more of a threat than tornadoes. We have had the occasional tornado, but only as a spin-off from a hurricane (no pun intended). So which, IMHO, is actually more of a threat? I would rather … Continue reading →